Tasty youthful
Tasty youthful
My narisu
I'm so fruitful
Pick and choses
So I'm duces
We're so life
We both pump fluid
Hold your hand
Whatever you say could define me
Three real life strikes, I could rewind thee
Lap past the last base
CTRL Z spree
Hold my hand
What you think of nonformal writing
Exception to rules; your timing
Same clock tomorrow we're winding
To be so crossed
Looping like whipsaw you binding?
Once naïve psyche left crying
Echoed to age soul, foul routine
Constant sidetrack
You ride my back
The only one I'm like your son
Yes, they all shunned
We made them run
You demand marry the moon not the sun
Gospel like Clipse, magazine sick
Flip through pages it pack happiness
So much in common you eared out my gossip
Fam tell me caution unlike them you watching
Tasty youthful
Tasty youthful
My narisu
We're so fruitful
Manufactured warmth
I'm pupil
Tolerance hefty this crucial
Hold my hand
Where's your strength your program is wobble
Need distractions said you was immortal
Pass the relief, aching for your bowl
Hold your hand
Are you the reason I can't define me?
Mental maturity freed from fantasy?
Gravity pulled away from family
I'm so crossed
Looping I'm group in foul decree
Not aware of my sign up please fire me
Little I had is gone and you were the key